Holy shit. This kid bears a remarkable resemblance to Klaus. This one might be close to half his age and his country of origin is clearer, but the hair, the face, the Slenderman limbs, down to the lad's height. Fucking eerie. Klaus hasn't told Butcher what his powers are. Maybe it's... this. Whatever the fuck this is. The lad doesn't seem to recognize him. Maybe that's part of it. Amnesia or Klaus just being a shite because he's Klaus.

Not much of this makes it to his expression. There's plenty enough that's amusing about this encounter without the doppelgänger element.

"Sure. Fuck 'im," Butcher agrees, arms crossed over his chest, amusement pressing deeper into his face. "Should be easy enough to walk away. Ain't much fight in a lad that don't exist."